Dark Destiny (Dark Series #13)

Dark Destiny (Dark Series #13)

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by Christine Feehan

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Dark Destiny, Ms. Feehan's only full-length addition to the Dark series in 2004, features her first female Carpathian.  See more details below


Dark Destiny, Ms. Feehan's only full-length addition to the Dark series in 2004, features her first female Carpathian.

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Publishers Weekly
Prolific Feehan (Dark Melody, etc.) continues her supernatural Dark series with this 13th installment, the first to feature a female Carpathian. Though Carpathians roam the streets at night and gain strength from feeding on blood, they only kill evildoers and vampires. Transformed into a night creature when she was a child, Destiny is unlike any of Feehan's previous heroines. Her physical strength is equal to that of her Carpathian counterpart, Nicolae Von Shrieder, but she's horrified by what she is and haunted by memories of her parents' brutal murder. Nicolae merged his mind with hers when she was first transformed, and through their mental connection, he taught her how to survive. Now Nicolae must find Destiny and make her his lifemate, or he will succumb to darkness and become a vampire. Feehan's protagonists and prose can be overwrought ("His body was hard and full, aching for her.... and deep within, the crouching beast lifted its head and roared for release"), and inconsistencies litter the text (Destiny can supposedly read Nicolae's mind, but it takes her eons to trust him and stop threatening to kill him). However, the story has sufficient sensuality to keep readers sated, and fans should appreciate Feehan's unusual pairing of two Carpathians. Agent, Helen McGrath. (July) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.

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HarperCollins Publishers
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Dark Series, #13
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4.10(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.10(d)

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Dark Destiny

By Christine Feehan

Dorchester Publishing Company

ISBN: 0-8439-5050-1

Chapter One

She woke to the knowledge that she was a murderess and that she would kill again. It was the only reason she continued her existence. It was what she lived for. To kill. Pain and hunger crawled through her body endlessly, relentlessly. She lay very still with the earth surrounding her, staring up at the star-studded night sky. It was bitterly cold. She was bitterly cold, the blood flowing in her veins like ice water, an acid that burned it was so cold.

Call me to you. I will warm you.

She closed her eyes as the voice slipped into her head. He called to her on every rising now. The voice of an angel. The heart of the demon. Her savior. Her mortal enemy. Very slowly she allowed her breath to seep into her lungs, her heart to continue with its steady beating. Another endless night. There had been so many and all she wanted was rest.

She floated out of the ground, clothing herself with the ease of long practice, her body clean, where her soul was damned. The sounds of the night were all around her, whispers and scents that flooded her senses with information. She was hungry. She needed to go into the city. As hard as she tried, she could not overcome the need for rich hot blood. It beckoned and called to her as nothing else could.

Destiny found herself in a familiar part of the city. Her body traveled the accustomed path before she had even thought where she was going. The small church tucked into the rising buildings and maze of narrow streets and alleyways beckoned to her. She knew the offices and homey bars where the locals frequented and knew each other by name. The small city within the larger city. The buildings were stacked on top of each other, some touching sides, others with narrow pathways between them. She was familiar with each and every apartment and office building. She knew the occupants and she knew their secrets. She watched over them, watched over their lives, yet she was always alone, always apart.

Reluctantly Destiny climbed the steps to the church and stood at the entrance as she had so many times in the past. With her acute hearing she knew the building was occupied, that the priest was finishing his duties and would be leaving. He was much later than usual.

She heard the rustle of the priest's robes as he moved through the church to the double doors. He would lock them, he always locked them before he left, but it wouldn't matter, Destiny could open them easily enough. She waited in the darkness, deep in the shadows where she belonged, watching the priest in silence, nearly holding her breath. There was an urgency inside her, a desperation. She returned again and again to the beauty of the small church. Something drew her, called to her, nearly as strongly as the call for blood. Sometimes she believed it was where she was supposed to die, other times she thought repentance might be enough. She always went to the church when she knew she had no choice but to feed.

The priest stood for a moment just outside the doors, looking around him, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. He actually looked right at her, yet she knew she was invisible to him. He started to speak, hesitated, and made the sign of the cross in her direction. Destiny held her breath, waited for a lightning bolt to strike her. Find peace, my child, the priest murmured softly and made his way down the stairs with his slow, measured tread. She remained in the shadows, as still as the mountains rising above the city. She waited until long after he had gone down the block and turned into the narrow alley leading to the garden behind his rectory. Only then did she dare to let her breath out slowly, to breathe again.

When Destiny went to the ornate double doors, this time they weren't locked. She looked back to the street where the priest had disappeared around the corner. He knew then. He knew she needed his church and he had silently given his permission for her to enter into the sacred, hallowed place. He didn't know what she was, but he was a good man and he believed all souls could be saved. She pushed open the doors with a trembling hand.

Destiny stood in the doorway of the empty church, wrapped in the darkness, her only ally. She shivered, not from the cold air surrounding her, but from the ice deep within her soul. Despite the pitch black interior, Destiny could see easily, every detail of the church s beauty. She stared at the crucifix over the altar for a long time, her mind in turmoil. Pain crawled through her as it did every moment of her existence. Hunger was sharp and ravenous. Shame was her constant companion. Destiny had come to this sacred place to confess her sins. She was a murderess and she would kill again and again. It would be her way of life until she found the courage to destroy the evil thing that she had become. She dared not enter, dared not ask for sanctuary.

She stood for a long moment in silence with a terrible unfamiliar burning behind her eyes. It took her a few moments to realize the sensation was tears. She wanted to weep, but what was the use of it? She had learned tears brought the echo of ugly, demonic laughter and she had taught herself not to cry. Never to cry.

Why do you insist on suffering? The voice was deceptively beautiful. Male. Gentle. A soothing blend of masculine exasperation and charm. I feel your pain, it is sharp and terrible and pierces my heart like an arrow. Call me to your side. I will come to you at once, you know I can do no other. Call out to me. There was an underlying whisper of power, of compulsion. You know me. You have always known me.

The voice brushed at the walls of her mind like the flutter of butterfly wings. It whispered over her skin, seeped into her pores and wrapped itself around her heart. She breathed the voice into her lungs until she needed to answer, to hear it again. To call out. To obey. She needed that voice. It had kept her alive. It had kept her sane. It had taught her things, hideous, murderous, but necessary things.

I feel your need. Why do you insist on silence? You hear me, just as I feel you when your pain becomes too much to be borne.

Destiny shook her head, a firm denial against the temptation of that voice. The movement sent her thick mane of rich dark hair flying in all directions. She wanted to rid her mind of the deceptive purity of that voice. Nothing could induce her to answer, she would not ever be trapped by a beguiling voice again. She had learned that lesson the hard way, sentenced to a living hell she dared not think about.

Destiny forced air into her lungs, controlling her emotions, knowing that there was a chance the hunter could trace her through the sharpness of her despair. A movement in the nearby shadows had her whirling around, crouching low, a dangerous predator ready to attack.

There was a silence and then once again movement. A woman moved up the steps of the church slowly, coming into Destiny's line of vision. She was tall and elegant with flawless coffee-cream skin and hair the color of a raven's wing. Her hair curled in every direction, a riot of shiny spirals spilling down to her neck, framing her oval face. Her large brown eyes were probing the darker shadows, searching for signs she was not alone.

Destiny used preternatural speed, slipping deep into the recesses of the corner alcove, back away from the church doors, using stillness to her advantage. She froze in place, hardly daring to breathe.

The woman walked to the double doors, stood for a moment, one hand resting on the edge of the open door. She sighed softly. I came here looking for you. My name is MaryAnn Delaney. I know you know who I am. I know you come here sometimes, I've seen you. I saw you tonight and I know you're here. She waited a heartbeat. Two. Somewhere, she whispered aloud, as if talking to herself.

Destiny pressed her body so tightly against the side of the church her skin hurt. They were both in terrible danger, but only one of them was aware of it.

I know you re here, please don t run away again, MaryAnn said softly. Despite her thick jacket, she rubbed her arms to ward off the cold. Just talk with me. I have so much to say to you, so much to thank you for. Her voice was low, gentle, as if she were speaking to a wild thing, coaxing it to trust her.

There was a terrible tightness in Destiny's chest. She was choking, suffocating, hardly able to breathe. She waited a heartbeat. Two. Drew deeper into the shadows. She could hear the sound of her own heart beating. She could hear MaryAnn s heart following the rhythm of hers. She could hear the beckoning invitation of the ebb and flow of blood rushing through veins. Calling to her. Elevating her terrible hunger. Her tongue felt the sharpness of her lengthening incisors. She trembled with the effort to control herself, to stop the inevitable.

This woman was everything that she was not. MaryAnn Delaney. Destiny knew her well. She was compassionate and brave and her life was dedicated to helping others. A light seemed to shine from her very soul. Destiny listened to her often, her lectures, her group discussions, even her one on one counseling sessions. Destiny had appointed herself MaryAnn s unofficial protector.

You saved my life. A few weeks ago, when that man broke into my home and attacked me, you came in and saved me. I know you were hurt, there was blood on your clothes, but when the paramedics came, you were gone. MaryAnn closed her eyes for a moment reliving the terror of waking up to find a furious man standing over her bed. He had dragged her out from under the covers by her hair, punching her so hard and so fast she had no time to defend herself. He was the husband of a woman she had helped escape into a sanctuary and he was determined to get the address from her. He had pounded her into a heap of refuse on the floor, kicking her and then stabbing at her with a large knife. She had the raw scars on her arms where she had tried to protect herself. I didn't tell anyone you were there. I didn't say a word about you to the police. They thought he must have tripped over the overturned furniture and fell awkwardly and broke his neck. I didn't betray you. There's no need to worry, the police aren't looking for you. They don't know anything about you.

Destiny bit down hard on her lip and stubbornly remained silent. Thankfully the incisors had receded. She had enough sins on her soul without adding MaryAnn to the list of her victims.

Please answer me, MaryAnn opened her arms wide. I don't understand why you won't talk to me. What harm could there be in telling me if you were hurt that night? There was blood all over you and it wasn't from me and it wasn't his blood.


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harstan More than 1 year ago
Her childhood was a nightmare when a vampire brutally murdered her family and converted her into a creature of the night. Only the angelic male voice in her head kept her alive and helped her survive the changeover. Her adulthood is more loneliness as she goes alone killing her own kind for Destiny is a vampire who works the night ridding the world of this pestilence.----- Ancient hunter Nicolae knows patience, but his wait for his soul mate has become wearying as he has only connected through the minds and not the flesh. Although he continues to meet his centuries-old pledge to rid the world of vampires and protect Carpathians and humans, he waits to find his Destiny as soulmates forever. When he does meet her, he hopes that in the Carpathian Mountains, the Prince can heal her vampiric disease. First, he must find her and second he must overcome her distrust of him, but while he begins making progress, the duo falls into the midst of a vampiric conspiracy nothing like the world has ever seen before and never will again.----- DARK DESTINY may be the best of the long running Carpathian tales as readers obtain an action-packed thriller intermingled with a terrific romance starring a rarity, a female huntress. The story line never slows down, as Nicolae knows his Destiny is his soulmate, but will need help, something this lone ranger never wants, for them to finally make it. The subplot involving the vampiric conspiracy is devilishly devised so that between this exhilarating potential world-ending calamity and the deliciously impossible romance, the audience has Christine Feehan¿s best work perhaps in the entire series.----- Harriet Klausner
kcody03 More than 1 year ago
Dark Destiny is one of the more intense Carpathian books I have read. There is tons of action as well as romance going on in this novel. In this book Nicolae has finally caught up to his lifemate and is anxious to finally meet her. He is also accompanied by his brother Vikirnoff who helps out when he is needed. Destiny was not born Carpathian, but was changed by a vampire when she was a child. It is because of this that her blood is poisonous to herself and other Carpathians. Destiny was a very strong character with a lot of depth. I really felt for her and her fear that she was evil. She has a good heart and because of this the thought that she is somehow tainted tortures her, but she very rarely shows it. The development of a relationship with Nicolae was believable and sweet. Nicolae has waited a long time to meet her and feels guilty because he was unable to save her as a child. He is not overly protective like other Carpathian males. He actually stands back a bit allowing Destiny her space. He does watch over her though helping out whenever he is needed. He really was a sweet guy and when these two finally come together it is definitely worth it.
librachic More than 1 year ago
Dark Destiny is about Destiny who had her childhood snatched away from her and brutally forced to drink the vampire's blood and watch him killing her family,she should go insane but a voice in her head,a sweet male voice is the only thing that saves her from insanity,Nicolae is a Carpathian hunter and an ancient if he does not find his life mate soon,he will turn into a vampire,as time goes by for Carpathian males and they do not find their life mates they loose the ability to feel and see colors,Destiny in all her despair and strong psychic ability connects with Nicolae as a child and he teaches her to hunt as a way to help her not lose herself,Destiny has come to Seattle for a while and she feels the need to protect it's residents,she finds true friends in father Mulligan,MaryAnn Delaney who i am sure will return as a major character in future novels,Inez and Velda two elderly women who can see things and are kind,Nicolae has finally found her and when Destiny meets him,she finds it hard to trust him but Nicolae is patient and soon she warms up to him and finally sees him as her life mate but battles ensue of course,Great romantic novel and addition to the Dark series,look forward to future books
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love it. Though whom ever is saying that Destiny or Francesca are the first Carpathian women that the author introduces they are mistaken. They first Carpathian women they introduced is Savannah. If you do not count her because she is young or because she was born from Raven who used to be human, then there is Desari or Syndil in Dark challenge (book 5) of the Dark series. Anyway love all the books in the dark series and I recommend them all. Especially Dark Celebration, I love how the book brings back everyone and introduces you to more characters who will be in later books.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was great!!! It was different than the rest. I love the fact that Destiny was a hunter, which didn't make her character look weak. I recommend this one to everyone.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed the story of Nicolae & Destiny much more than the xters in Dark Melody. There wasn't the continous repetition of thoughts that made Dark Melody a boring read. It was well worth the read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Go back!
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love the author and all her books!!!!!!
CTPEARL More than 1 year ago
I loved Destiny and Nicolae's story. I'm re-reading this series and it is just as good the 2nd time
AddictedReaderSW More than 1 year ago
I love all her books and have read or listened to all the Dark series, but somehow missed this one. It was GREAT just like all the rest. I highly recommend all her books.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this book, they make a great couple, and i love the fact that destiny was so kick a$@@.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Awesome book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It is a very interesting read. I ready it in 2 hours.
Kim Moutard More than 1 year ago
I loved it ! I couldn't put the book down. Lots of fast moving action. Great characters, funny, touching, with a positive underlying good message!
NFormby More than 1 year ago
Wow.. this is my favorite Christine Feehan story so far. This book made me laugh, smile, and cry. The depth of the characters is so well written that I felt like I knew them. I can't wait to see how the next Carpathian male deals with finding his lifemate and how the fight to save their race continues...
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just wanted to say that I love all of Christine Feehans books, but contrary to what some are saying that this book has the first female Carpathian, the book Dark Legend (series book #8) has Francessca, Gabriels lifemate. She is already a Carpathian. If you haven't read that one its fantastic too!
MauiGurl More than 1 year ago
What a great book. Two great warriors, both meant to be together for eternity, and both with their own demons. Destiny has been turned Carpathian and has been forced to be alone for all time as such. She wakes with pain every rising, and with a voice that is like an angel, calling her to him. But Destiny is a fighter, always fighting for her survival every waking hour of the day. Her strength is what keeps her going. Nicolae feels Destiny no matter how far away he is from her, and he continues to find her, to bind her to him. He can feel her lonliness and pain and wants to help, but her fierce will to keep others from the evil that taints her, the evil in her blood, is stronger than her love for him. The two will find each other, both lost in madness and darkness, and begin to heal the wounds of their souls. I love this book. Destiny is fighter at heart and she will be a challenge for Nicolae. Now, it seems like Christine is putting in more women who will fight against their lifemates and against the age-old tradition that these males know when it comes to keeping their lifemate safe and out of harm's way. Destiny is indeed not a stay-at-home type of woman. Not at all.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is one of the best in the Carpathian Series.
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